Charlotte was so embarrassed that she wanted to cry, but she laughed dryly and adjusted her mind to talk about him.

"Sister, aren't you in the Outlands, how did you come here?"

In fact, the general situation can be inferred from the diary, and Charlotte asked this question without doing so. As soon as he spoke, he felt like he had asked a stupid question.

Sure enough, Sylvia frowned at the mention of this, "If I don't come, how can your body be well." ”

Charlotte realized that she was in trouble, and she laughed dryly, and sure enough, she saw Sylvia purse her lips in some unhappiness. To be honest, Sylvia has changed a lot in the past two years, and since the secret that she was a clone was revealed, her relationship with Charlotte has become more intimate and her expression has become richer.

But only between the two.

"I know you're growing up fast, but Hairington is a voter of Bane after all. Don't you think it's safer to tell me in advance, you know, I don't have the ability to foresee everything in advance when Edwin is disrupting the line of fate. ”

Although the words were discussed, Charlotte was furious in her heart. In his life, he only obeyed two women.

One is his mother, Rebecca, a noble woman who always shows a gentle and virtuous attitude, but is surprisingly dark-bellied. Before the age of twelve, it was she who used all kinds of hateful means to curb Charlotte's vices, so that he could not go further and further on the road of confinement.

Then there's his cheap sister Sylvia, a powerful woman who is cold but wise. When Charlotte was a child, he always felt that Sylvia was his natural enemy. No matter what tricks he wanted to play, he couldn't seem to hide those cold and penetrating pupils like a frozen lake. However, it is precisely because of her that Charlotte's spell system can be extremely solid, and she has not been blown up by nonsensical experiments because of occasional whimsical ideas.

If you think about it carefully, those two rare quiet times have actually become a beautiful memory that Charlotte can't ask for at this moment.

But now, the sister who is regarded as a natural enemy seems to have a tendency to develop towards lovers. Charlotte is a little unable to grasp the relationship between them, unlike Brent, who cannot handle the transformation of the role with ease.

There's no doubt that bastard once slept with his cousin. Later, it is said that in order to escape the enraged Herbert's pursuit, he endured Rebecca's black belly and hid in Erosa for an entire winter.

So in the face of Sylvia's semi-didactic concern, Charlotte really couldn't refute it.

Even if he knew, if he had told Sylvia everything beforehand. The brother and sister will either stop themselves from helping Brent, or they will immediately give up the search at hand and rush back to the world of Stee to give Helrington a blow.

And whatever the case may be, Charlotte is reluctant. Not to mention whether Sylvia would violate the Stee Stature if he made a move, but as far as he was concerned, he was eager to grow and the genes in his bones were looking forward to adventure, and he didn't want to be under Sylvia's wings forever, and be a shivering chick under the visible storm of the future.

He didn't even dare to tell Sylvia about his big guess about the Heywood Demon, and if he did, maybe his sister would really wipe out the time-disrupting butterfly (an allusion to Vivien Leigh) completely.

This makes him have a strange psychology mixed with Sylvia.

I longed for her, but I wanted to run away from her, I was in awe of her, but I wanted to surpass her.

Sylvia looked at Charlotte who was touching the back of her head, and sighed helplessly. She is a smart woman, and she can guess Charlotte's psychology somewhat, which is why she will give up the initial way of protection and give this man maximum freedom.

She's also very conflicted.

Accompany him, but are afraid to bore him, indulge him, but can't restrain the thoughts in his heart.

The man and woman are like hedgehogs huddling together for warmth, carefully looking for the right way.

This made the dream goblin huddled in the corner flick the cat's tail, and he was secretly anxious.

Sylvia no longer pressed for an answer, and she propped herself up on the bed, leaning forward to straighten Charlotte's messy collar.

Her figure is already excellent, her long golden hair half-covers her beautiful face, her rounded shoulders and delicate collarbones draw a sexy arc, through the off-the-shoulder white dress, the snow-white delicate breasts are like shadows, and further down, Yingying's waist outlines a sexy curve.

——Good job！

The dream fairy pressed the white jade magic book that wanted to transform into a young girl, and stretched out his fluffy cat's paw in admiration.

As she carefully arranges Charlotte's collar, the face of the mage, who had been invincible on the battlefield a few days ago, turned red like a boiled crab.

His mind was in a trance, as if he had been mentally retarded, and when he reacted, he realized that he had somehow brushed away his annoying long blond hair, and his rough palms were caressing Sylvia's equally hot cheeks.

Looking at each other, Charlotte no longer felt that Sylvia's eyes were as cold and intimidating as she remembered, but like the mist on the lake, full of warmth and hazy mystery.

It's like a gentle and mysterious whirlpool, and people can't help but explore the mysteries in it.

Time seemed to stand still in this moment, and Charlotte was sure that her heartbeat at this moment came from herself, not some Rus-En ghost.

His mouth was so dry that he seemed to have forgotten everything. In that gentle whirlpool, there seemed to be a mystery of the bliss of life, and he longed for it incomparably to go beyond the roots, the mysteries, even at this moment.

The autumn sun gently spreads in the well-lit room, and the dust flying in the air is like a little elf with joy, as if dancing for the siblings.

Her lips grew closer, Sylvia's soft eyelashes quivered slightly, and her cheeks flushed in anticipation.

- Now is not the time......

This rational thought was gradually replaced by the impulse of possession, and El, who had been transformed into a young girl, forgot to trouble the elf, and she looked at everything excitedly through her fingers with her eyes covered.

Close enough to feel Sylvia's warm and sweet fragrance, just as I was about to touch the soft cherry blossom lips, there was an incomprehensible knock outside the door.

"Can I come in?"

That's Brent's voice!

Taking advantage of Vivien's and Lolita's absence, the Grand Duke, who was worried about his cousin, finally approached the door like a thief.

Charlotte and Sylvia parted like frightened bunnies, Sylvia turned her face shyly, and Charlotte stammered, not knowing how to answer.

"If no one answers, I'll come in!"

There was a creaking sound from the doorshaft, which was even more harsh in this quiet space.

Sylvia glared at the door in shame, as if trying to penetrate the door and burn the disturbing bastard ball outside the door to ashes. As the door was ajar, Sylvia held her index finger to Charlotte's lips, and the dream elf disappeared into a ripple.

No matter how strong it is, after all, this is also the first love of a puppet girl who has found her heart. She endured shyness, anticipation, and dissatisfaction, and fled the space like a fawn. Moreover, she could not reasonably explain how the delicate and frail puppet Grand Duke could appear in the capital of Gburn County in an instant.

The door opened, and Brent looked at Charlotte sitting on the bed with a flushed face. He sniffed, then smiled like an old driver, and gave Charlotte a thumbs up.